walking in a winter wonderland; weir

[Neva]

She is ecstatic when the stallion does indeed voice an idea. Her little brown eyes watch in wonder and curiosity as the temperature suddenly drops and snow begins to fall. In spite of her current state of worry, she can’t help but giggle in delight as a little ice foal suddenly sprouts out of the ground - it looks just like her! Her head cranes forward to peer at the ice-filly’s side as words, crawl across it. She can’t read it, not yet, but she gets the idea.

Finally she gets up on to her wobbly feet, first taking a moment to inspect the ice sculpture. It’s like nothing she’s ever seen - like looking in a mirror. It looks the exact same as herself. Mama would recognize it for sure. “It’s perfect! Thank you Mister Weir.” She hopes her Mama does come back and find it. Then maybe she, Mama and Mister Weir could all live in the Dale together!

She turns back to the roan, a genuine smile on her face now. “How did you do that?!” Mama had been cold like ice, and the stuff that sticks all over her is cold too, but making ice is something entirely different.

She takes a few steps towards Weir, swaying slightly as he mentions that they should be off. “Ok. What’s the Dale like?” She hopes the Dale isn’t too far away. She’s soooo tired, and sooo hungry. She can’t remember when she last ate. Must have been whenever she saw Mama last. She takes a few more shaky steps towards Weir, waiting for him to lead to way.

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walking in a winter wonderland